Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Television,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.